door, so he must step down and look to that before he came back to bed, and away he went with both shift and sheet.
A little while after came the true Squire.
"Why! what a time you've taken to lock the door, dear!" said his wife; "and what have you done with the sheet and shift?"
"What do you say?" said the Squire.
"Why, I am asking what you have done with the sheet and shift that you had to wipe off the blood," said she.
"What, in the Deil's name!" said the Squire, "has he taken me in this time too?"
Next day came the Master Thief and asked for the Squire's daughter, as he had given his word; and then the Squire dared not do anything else than give her to him, and a good lump of money into the bargain; for, to tell the truth, he was afraid lest the Master Thief should steal the eyes out of his head, and that the people would begin to say spiteful things of him if he broke his word. So the Master Thief lived well and happily from that time forward. I don't know whether he stole any more; but if he did, I am quite sure it was only for the sake of a bit of fun.
